Lucia Korn
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The smell of oranges on dry cheeks.
Rain outside, frost outside
Invisible banana hidden in the drawer, kiwi right next door.
It was supposed to meet the strawberry.
You are the rain that washes away every frost.
Let the cherries bloom again, let us eat apples from the trees.
In the garden of sins and the holy.
Lucia Korn.
Rain outside, frost outside
Invisible banana hidden in the drawer, kiwi right next door.
It was supposed to meet the strawberry.
You are the rain that washes away every frost.
Let the cherries bloom again, let us eat apples from the trees.
In the garden of sins and the holy.
Lucia Korn.